My favorite color is purple,
the kind of purple smeared on
orchid petals.
I like songs without words,
yet words are the most
precious things to me.
I like my coffee dark,
my days sunny.
I like warm blankets,
soft caramel,
and cool summer nights.
My first dream was to be a
pop star.
My latest happened to be
you.
Dear Self,
to starting over, my love.
I have neglected you for
too long.
Now, I must teach myself
to see the beauty
I've seen in you,
in myself.
